Page 11 of Hades

Again, the older guy, with his air of superiority coating his entire frame like a second skin, laughed and flicked ash off his cigarette, the embers burned and blew in the breeze, sweeping it away like it never existed.

Kyle felt like that discarded ash most days, like he didn’t exist or shouldn’t exist, like he was made all wrong and unable to fit in anywhere. He’d seen the motorcycle club around town for years, never really taking much notice, he was a kid, what did he care, but then one day he’d been around to witness one of them pick up a guy and throw him right across the street, the other man was so fucking scared of the bikers.

Kyle wanted that same fear and respect.

He’d do anything he could to get it for himself. He was sick of being the weak one. The one who got thrown. He wanted to do the fucking throwing from now on.

Killing his father had been a beginning.

The Renegade Souls President regarded Kyle with a dark watchful expression. He resisted the urge to shift on his feet, instead he kept his head up.

“I just bet you would.” He grinned a nasty smile, Kyle felt the chill of it. He wanted this. “Keep an eye on these bikes, kid. We’ll talk again. See how keen you are when you’re sixteen.”

Sixteen? Fucking hell. A whole year.

Kyle just about spat at him to go screw himself, he’d find somewhere else to accept him. Instead he thought of everything he’d done today for his fifteenth birthday.

It was just a year. He could wait a year.

Nodding, the biker president sauntered inside the bar, leaving Kyle out in the cold.

Alone.

He was always alone.

Rounding his dejected shoulders, he made plans in his head, but his thoughts continued to drift to a few hours ago. He supposed he should be feeling something about what he’d done.

Should he feel bad?

Why did he feel nothing then? No guilt or shame.

There was a sense of freedom, but even that was on hold for right now, he would have to swallow his impatience and face whatever was waiting for him at home.

Make sure his mom knew to keep her mouth shut was most important, he’d need to get more of her medicine. And as soon as he got back to the house he was kicking out his aunts. Free fucking ride was over. He was the man of the house now and he was done being treated poorly. Bitches could go be whores somewhere else.

Kyle’s plans didn’t include bitches opening their legs in his house.

At least for now. He wouldn’t mind having another go at Dana.

Smirking, he took up a spot by the door, where he could watch the guy’s motorcycles, and peek inside at the same time while he thought about the good news the president handed down to him, if he only could prove himself in a year, things would be different.

He caught sight of a boy, maybe around his age, wearing a prospect vest, running between tables, carrying drinks, taking bets and fetching food by the arm full.

A scowl crept onto his forehead. Why the fuck was that kid allowed to join but not Kyle? Little kiss-ass fuck. Probably sucking off the president. Yeah, that’s what it was.

“Bring another round, Rider!” he heard one guy yell out and that kid ran off to the bar. Kyle’s narrowed eyes watched from the opening in the doorway.

He could do a better job.

It was good to have a rival.

Wasn’t that what Xavier would say about his precious bible?

The fight between good and evil was nothing more than rivalry. As Kyle watched on, the boy, in Kyle’s mind became his only rival. The one person to stand between him and what he wanted; his spot in that club.

As he thought up ways to get rid of him, to insert himself, make himself indispensable to the MC, he began to smile, a twisted calculated smile. The cold didn’t breach through his skin that night, he hummed to himself and accepted the twenty dollars when the president drunkenly staggered out hours later. He’d keep that twenty dollars, even on days where he was starving he’d take that note out of his wallet just to look at it, to know that was the first time he was paid.

Walking home, he deviated the long way around, so he didn’t have to face his mom for a while longer. Digging at a splinter he had embedded in his thumb he used his teeth to bite around it. Wear gloves next time he tunnelled a grave.

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